Because last year we’d enjoyed our maiden voyage into the land of clay, my friend Ann and I returned to the Venice art center for another pottery class. Neither one of us lays any claim to artistic ability, but this seemed like something even we could do.
And we could – sort of – and departed
at the end of April with a few piece that were almost recognizable.
This year? Not so much.
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| Pieces before glazing |
Our instructor – nice lady – seemed more scattered than last year, and the little time she spent instructing went mostly to a high-maintenance woman who worked on the same damn piece for a month and a half.
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| Two of these are already in recycling heaven. |
Meanwhile, Ann and I stumbled on by ourselves, either being ignored or rushed to finish what we were doing.
Ann’s creations were better than mine, but that’s probably not saying much, since most of what I produced not even a mother could love.
Twenty-five pounds of clay, and only one thing safe from the dumpster.
And I'm not even sure about that.
Good for you Marty, I liked all of them. 😊👍👍
ReplyDeleteAh, but you haven’t experienced the cannon ball like heft of them.
DeleteIt looks like something you could use for cheese and crackers or small sandwiches.
ReplyDeleteGawd, I hate it when there's a high maintenance diva in a class who takes all the teacher's time and attention. It's SO unfair to the other students. But a good teacher does not get sucked into those dynamics.
ReplyDeleteI think maybe it's the process and not the end result you should find your pleasure in.
ReplyDeleteWell, the joy is in the making, right? Or something like that.
ReplyDeleteHmmphf . . . I guess.
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